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SCENE I. - Coventry.
The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! Enter, upon the walls, Warwick," the Mayor of And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower
. You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, Coventry, two Messengers, and others.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so ; yet you are Warwick still, War. Where is the post, that came from valiant Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, Oxford ?
kneel down : How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. | Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither- War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, ward.
And with the other Aing it at thy face, War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. Where is the post that came from Montague ? K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and uide 2 Vess. By this af Daintry, with a puissant troop.
thy friend; Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE.
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son ? | Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more,
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence.
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.
[Drum heard. War. O cheerful colours ! see, where War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
comes ! Son. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; Oaf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster ! The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War
[Oxford and his Forces enter the City. wick.
Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook’d-for K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. friends,
Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly Will issue out again, and bid us battle : know,
If not, the city, being but of small defence, Drums. Enter King EdwaRD, GLOSTER, and
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O, welcome, Oxford ! for we want thy help. Forces, marching K. Edro. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound Enter MontagPE, with drum and colours. a parle.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall,
[He and his Forces enter the City. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,
treason That we could hear no news of his repair ?
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory : gates,
My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? Call Edward - king, and at his hands beg mercy,
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces
[He and his Forces enter the City. hence,
Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Confess who set thee up and pluck’a thee down ?- Have sold their lives unto the house of York; Call Warwick - patron, and be penitent,
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Gla. I thought, at least, he would have said
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. the king;
War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Or did he make the jest against his will ?
More than the nature of a brother's love :War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy Come, Clarence, come ; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. brother.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War
means? wick's gift.
[Taking the red rose out of his cap. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight : Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; I will not ruinate my father's house, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, X. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri- And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, - To bend the fatal instruments of war What is the body when the head is off?
Against his brother and his lawful king? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath : But, wbiles he thought to steal the single ten, To keep that oath, were more impiety
the way :
Than Jephtha s, when he sacrific'd his daughter. We might recover all our loss again!
The queen from France hath brought a puissant That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
power ; I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
fly! (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
War. Why, then I would not fly.
Ah, MonTo plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is brother. And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, like.
And said - Commend me to my valiant brother. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! And more he would have said; and more he spoke, K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, town, and fight?
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : O, farewell, Warwick! I will away towards Barnet presently,
Sweet rest to his soul !And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads you all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies.
Onf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory.
power! [March. Ereunt.
(Exeunt, bearing of Warwick's body. SCENE II. - A Field of Baltle near Barnet. SCENE III. - Another Part of the Field. Alarums, and Excursions. Enter King Edward, Flourish. Enter King Edward, in triumph ; with bringing in WARWICK wounded.
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. X. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
our fear; For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
(Exit. | That will encounter with our glorious sun, War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me friend or foe, Ere he attain bis easeful western bed : And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? I mean, my lords, – those powers, that the queen Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. shows,
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, That I must yield my body to the earth,
And blow it to the source from whence it came : And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
For every cloud engenders not a storm. Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept : And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, If she have time to breathe, be well assurd, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Her faction will be full as strong as ours. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, black veil,
That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
We having now the best at Barnet field, To search the secret treasons of the world :
Will thither straight, For willingness rids way: The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, And, as we march, our strength will be augmented Were liken’d oft to kingly sepulchres ;
In every county as we go along. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? Strike up the drum; cry - Courage! and away And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his
brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood !
SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and of all my lands,
March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWA Is nothing left mc, but my body's length!
SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wil And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
their loss, Enter Oxford and SOMERSET.
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms
What though the mast be now blown over-bard, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou as The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, we are,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;
Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he
March. Enter, at a distance, Kisg EDWARD, With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. And give more strength to that which hath too much; K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Whiles , in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
I need not add more fuel to your fire,
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I And Somerset another goodly mast ?
should say, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? My tears gainsay ; for every word I speak, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
Therefore, no more but this : — Henry, your soveWe will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
reign, But keep our course, though the rough wind say
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, no,
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ? Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
(Exeunt both armies. All these the enemies to our poor bark. Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while :
SCENE V. - Another Part of the same. Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a retreat. Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Then, enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
and Forces : with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD,
and SOMERSET, prisoners. la case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous More than with ruthless waves, with sands and
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight : Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, For Somerset, off' with his guilty head. Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant Orf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with spirit
words. Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my forInfuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
[Ereunt Oxford and SOMERSET, guarded. I speak not this, as doubting any here :
Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous For , did I but suspect a fearful man,
world, He should have leave to go away betimes ;
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. Lest in our need, he might infect another,
K. Edw. Is proclamation made, – that, who And make him of like spirit to himself.
finds Edward, If any such be here, as God forbid !
Shall have a high reward, and he his life? 5. Let him depart, before we need his help.
Glo. It is : and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Orf. Women and children of so high a courage ! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
Enter Soldiers, with Price EDWARD. O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live,
speak. To bear his image, and renew his glories !
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Som. And be that will not fight for such a hope,
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Il be arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ; - sweet Ox- Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious ford, thanks.
York ! Prince. And take his thanks, that yet liath no- Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth ; thing else.
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,
Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to. Meas
. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so reReady to fight; therefore be resolute.
solv'd ! Orf. I thought no less : it is his policy,
Glo. That you might still have worn the pettiTo faste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
coat, Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for- Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; wardness.
His currish riddles sort not with this place. Orf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that budge.
say rather :
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this
(Erit, led out forcibly. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ? Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, rather.
To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. tongue.
Now march we hence : discharge the common sort Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : And see our gentle queen how well she fares; Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, - By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. And thou misshapen Dick, - I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;
SCENE VI. - London. A Room in the Tower, And thou usurp’st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer
King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in kås here.
hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTES, Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book
(Glo, stabs him.
so hard? Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should
(CLAR. slabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. too much.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must coliGlo. Why should she live, to fill the world with
K. Hen. So flies the reckless sliepherd from the K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use men , for
wolf : her recovery.
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother ; And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. – I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; Clar. What? what?
The thief doth fear each bush an officer, Glo. The Tower! the Tower !
[Exit. K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a busti, Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo- With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : ther, boy!
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Canst thou not speak? - traitors! murderers !- Have now the fatal object in my eye, They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
kill'd. If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete He was a man : this, in respect, a child ;
That taught his son the office of a fowl ? And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; No, no ; my heart will burst, an if I speak :- Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; And I will speak, that so my heart inay burst. The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !
Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. You have no children, butchers ! if you had, Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Than can my ears that tragick history, Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? As, deathsmen ! you have rid this sweet young
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? prince!
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; K. Edw. Away with her ; go, bear her hence If murdering innocents be executing, perforce.
Why, then thou art an executioner. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. here;
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kili'd, when first thou Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death :
didst presume, What! wilt thou not? - then, Clarence, do it thou. Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. And thus I prophecy, - that many a thousand, Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear ; thou do it.
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not And many an orphan's water-standing eye, do it?
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy- And orphans for their parents' timeless death, self:
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast bort. 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; What! wilt thou not ? where is that devil's butcher, The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou? Dogs howl'd, and hideous ter look down Thou art not here : Murder is thy alms-deed; The raven rook'd her on Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And chattering pies i
sung K. Edw. Away, I say ; I charge ye, bear her hence. Thv mother felt mo
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ? Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown's To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world :
For hardy and undoubted champions : And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Thou cam'st
And two Northumberlands : two braver men Glo. I'll hear no more ; — Die, prophet, in thy Ne'er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet's sound : speech :
[Stabs him. With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'à.
Montague, K. Hon. Ay, and for much more slaughter after That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, this.
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
Gło. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster And made our footstool of security. -
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; 0, may such purple tears be alway shed
Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat, From those that wish the downfal of our house!. That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace ; If any spark of life be yet remaining,
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Down, down to hell; and say - I sent thee thither, Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid ;
(Stabs him again. For yet I am not look'd on in the world. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my For I bave often heard my mother say,
back :I came into the world with my legs forward : Work thou the way, - and thou shalt execute. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
(Aside. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely The midwife wonder'd : and the women cried,
queen, 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. And so I was; which plainly signified
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence ; worthy broLet hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
ther, thanks. I have no brother, I am like no brother :
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou And this word - love, which greybeards call divine,
sprang'st, Be resident in men like one another,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit : And not in me; I am myself alone.
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; Clarence, beware ; thou keep'st me from the light; And cried — all hail ! when as he meant Aside. But I will sort a pitchy day for thee :
all harm. For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, That Edward shall be fearful of his life ;
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. And, then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar. King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone :
garet ? Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest Reignier, her father, to the king of France Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, I'll throw thy body in another room,
And hither have they sent it for her ransome. And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.. [Ext. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
France. SCENE VII.—The same. A Room in the Palace. And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne ; Such as befit the pleasures of the court?
QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLA- Sound, drums and trumpets ! — farewell, sour LEXCE, GLOSTER, Hastings, and others, near him.
annoy! K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. throne,