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Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance, SCENE V. A Park near Middleham Castle Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
in Yorkshire. Edward will always bear himself as king: Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
Enter Gloster, Hastings, Sir William Stanley, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
and others. War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's Glo. Now, my Lord Hastings, and Sir William king:
Stanley, [Takes off his Crown. Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, But Henry now shall wear the English crown, Into this chiefest thicket of the park. And be true king indeed ; thou but the shadow.- Thus stands the case : You know, our king, my My lord of Somerset, at my request,
brother, See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands Unto my brother, archbishop of York.
He hath good usage and great liberty ; When I have fought with Pembroke and his fel. And often, but attended with weak guard, lows,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself. I'll follow you, and tell what answer
I have advertis'd him by seciet means, Lewis, and the Lady Bona, send to him : That if, about this hour, he inake his way, Now for a while, farewell, good duke of York. Under the colour of his usual game, K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must He shall here find his friends, with horse and
needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide, To set him free from his captivity.
(Erit K. Edw. led out; Som. with him. Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us
Enter King Edward and a Huntsman. to do,
Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the But march to London with our soldiers? War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have K. Edu. Nay, this way, man; see, where the to do;
huntsmen stand. To free King Henry from imprisonment, Now, brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings, and And see him seated in the regal throne.
the rest, (Exeunt. Stand you thús close, to steal the bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace. Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
K. Edw. But whither'shall we then ?
to Flanders. Rio. Madam, what makes yon in this sudden Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was change?
my meaning. Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forward
learn, What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward ? Glo. But wherefore stay we ? 'tis no time to Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against talk. Warwick
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou ? wilt Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal thou go along? person.
Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang d. Riv. Then is my sovereign slain ?
Glo. Come then, away ; let's have no more ado. Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken pri- K. Edw. Bishop, farewell : shield thee from soner:
[Exeunt. And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the bishop of York,
SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower. Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somergrief:
set, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may: Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants. Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. K. Hen. Master Lieutenant, now that God Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must binder life's and friends decay.
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat ; And I the rather wean me from despair, And urn'd my captive state to liberty, For love of Edward's offspring in my womb : My tear to hope, my sorrows unto joys; This is it that makes me bridle passion, At our enlargement what are thy due fees? And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
sovereigns; And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, But, if an huinble prayer may prevail, Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown I then crave pardon of your majesty. King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? for well using cron.
me ? Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then be. Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, come ?
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure : Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds London,
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, To set the crown once more on Henry's head. At last, by notes of household harmony, Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must They quite forget their loss of liberty. down.
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, But to prevent the tyrant's violence,
And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; (For trust not him that ha h once broken faith,) He was the anthor, thou the instrument. L'ul hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, To save at least the heir of Edward's right; By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. And that the people of this blessed land Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly ; May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars; I Warwick Lake us, we are sure to die Warwick, although my head still wear the
I here resign my government to thee,
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
For hunting was his daily exercise. War Your grace hath still been fam'd for vir. War. My brother was too careless of his tuous;
charge.And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
[Exeunt King Henry, War. Clar. Lieut. Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
and Attendants. For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of EdClar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the ward's: sway,
For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help; To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,
And we shall have more wars, before 't be long. Adjudg'd an olive braneh, and laurel crown, As Henry's late presaging prophecy As likely to be blest in peace, and war;
Did glad my heart, with hope of this young And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
Richmond; War. And I choose Clarence only for protector. So doth my heart misgive me, in these conK. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both flicts your hands:
What may befall him, to his harm, and ours : Now join your hands, and, with your hands, Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, your hearts,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, That no dissension hinder government:
Till storms be past of civil enmity! I make you both protectors of this land;
Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown, While I'myself will lead a private life,
"Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall And in devotion spend my latter days,
down. To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. will?
[Exeunt Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield con
SCENE VII. Before York. sent: For on thy fortune I repose myself.
Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hastings, and War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord HastWe'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place:
ings, and ihe rest;
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says-that once more I shall interchange And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, My waned state for Henry's regal crown. Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, Well have we pass’d, and now repass'd the And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
seas, Clar. What else ? and that succession be de- And brought desired help from Burgundy: termin'd.
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his From Ravenspurg 'haven before the gates of
York, part K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief But that we enter, as into our dukedom ? affairs,
Glo. The gates made fast !-Brother, I like not Let me entréat (for I command no more)
this; That Margaret your queen, and my son Ed-For many men, that stumble at the threshold, ward,
Are well foretold-that danger lurks within. Be sent for, to return from France with speed :
K. Edw. Tush, inan! abodements must not For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
now aftright us : My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
By fair or foul means we must enter in, Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all For hither will our friends repair to us. speed.
Hust. My licge, I'll knock once more, to sumK. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is
mon them. that,
Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
his Brethren. Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of
May. My lords, we were forewarned of your K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If se- And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; cret powers
[Lays his hand on his head. For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
king, His looks are full of peaceful majesty ;
Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, May. True, my good lord; I know you for no His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself
less. Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but Make much of him, my lords; for this is he,
my dukedom; Must help you more than you are hurt by me. As being well content with that alone.
Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his Enter a Messenger.
He'll soon find means to make the body follow. War. What news, my friend?
[Aside. Mess. That Edward is escaped from your bro- Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in
a doubt ? And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy, Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends War. Unsavoury news: But how made he May, Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be escape ?
[Ereunt from abode. Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Glo. Å vise stout captain, and persuaded soon! Gloster,
Hast. The good old man would fain that all And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
were well, in secret ambusb on the forest side,
So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enterid,
I doubt not, but we shall soon persuade
London. A Roon, in the Palace.
tague, Exeter, and Oxford.
War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from
( Takes his Keys. Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
And with bis troops doth march amain to Lon-
Oxf. Lei's levy men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery Which, being sufier'd, rivers cannot quench. Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted K. Edr. Welcome, Sir John! But why come friends,
you in arms ? Moni. To help King Edward in his time of Those will I muster up :-and thou, son Cla
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; storm,
rence, As every loyal snbject ought to do.
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: now forget
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Liecestershire, shall find
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire shalt inuster up thy friends. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away, My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
[A March begun. Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while ; and Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for nice points ?
Oxf. And thus [Kissing Henry's hand. ) I seal
my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon
tague, Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at
[Ereunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. right,
K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? himself
Should not be able to encounter mine.
Ere. The doubt is, that he will sednce the rest. proclaim'd :
got me fame. Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. [ Gives him a Paper Flourish. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ;
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Sold. (Reads.) Eduard the Fourth, by the My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, grace of God, king of England and France, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, and lord of Ireland, 8c. Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's I have not been desirous of their wealth,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : right, By this I challenge him to single fight.
Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd: [Throws down his gauntlet. Then why should they love Edward more than All. Long live Edward the Fourth!
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
Shout within A Lancaster ! A Lancaster!
Ere. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are
You are the fount that makes small brooks to
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.-- Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
(Exeunt some with King Henry. The king was slyly finger'd from the deck! And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our You left poor Heary at the bishop's Palace, course,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. Where peremptory Warwick now remains : K. Edw. "Tis even so; yet you are Warwick The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
still. Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kncel Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,
down, kneel down: And take the great-grown traitor unawares: Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
[Ereunt. And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and
tide thy friend; SCENE I. Coventry.
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Enter, upon the Walls, Warwick, the Mayor of Shall, while the head is warm, and new cut off,
Coventry, two Messengers, and others. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, War. Where is the post that came from valiant Wind-changing Warwick now can change 'no
Oxford ? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? Enter Oxford, with Drum and Colours. 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither War. O cheerful colours ! see where Oxford ward.
comes ! War. How far off is our brother Montagne ? Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! Where is the post that came from Montague ?
[Oxford and his Forces enter the City. 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. troop.
K. Edu. So other foes may set upon our backs. Enter Sir John Somerville.
Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt
Will issue out again, and bid us battle : War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving if not,
the city, being but of small defence,
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
War. 'o, welcome, Oxford, for we want thy Som. At Southam I did leave him with his
help. forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence.
Enter Montagne, with Drum and Colours.
[Drum heard. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his
[He and his Forces enter the City. drum.
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this Som. It is not his, my lord : here Southam lies: treason The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. Warwick.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater vic War. Who should that be ? belike, unlook'd tory; for friends.
My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
Enter Somerset, with Drum and Colours. Drums. Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
[He and his forces enter the City. Forces, marching
Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound Have sold their lives unto the house of York: & parle.
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. (), unbid spite !'is sportful Edward come?
Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours. Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps That we could hear no news of his repair?
along, K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the of force enough to bid his brother battle; city gates,
With whom an opright zeal to right prevails, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? More than the nature of a brother's love : Call Edward,-king, and at his hands beg mercy, Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick And he shall pardon thee these ontrages.
calls. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this hence,
means? Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee
[Taking the red Rose out of his Cap down ?
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, I will not ruinate my father's house, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said. And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, War the king;
wick, Or did he make the jest against his will ? That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? To bend the fatal instruments of war
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy To keep that oath, were more impiety brother.
Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War. I am so sorry for my trespass made, wick's gift.
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again : With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroait, K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri- To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. soner:
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks What is the body, when the head is off? Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, That might not be distinguish'd ; but, at last,
Sweet rest to his soul Than if thou never badst desery'd our hate.
Fly, lords, and save yourselves: for Warwick Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brother bids like.
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust ! Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great K. Edw. Whai, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight?
[Ereunt, bearing of Warwick's Body. Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with
SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.
Clarence, Gloster, and the rest. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward leads the way
course, Lords, to the field, Saint George and victory. And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
(March. Ereunt. But, in the midst of this bright shining day, SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet. That will encounter with our glorious sun,
I spy a black, suspicious threat'ning cloud, Alarums and Excursions. Enter King Ed. Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
ward, bringing in Warwick wounded. I mean, my lords.--those powers, that the queen K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die Hath rais'd in Gallia, nave arriv'd our coast, our fear:
And, as we hear, march on, to fight with us. For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.
Clár. A liule gale, will soon disperse that cloud, Now, Montague, sit fast : I seek for thee,
And blow it to the source from whence it came : That' Warwick's bones may keep thine com- Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
For every clond engenders not a storm. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her:
Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick ? Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows,
If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, My blood, my wani of strength, my sick 'heart Her faction will be full as strong as ours. shows
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving That I must yield my body to the earth,
friends, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
That they do hold their course toward Tewks. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
bury; Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
We having now the best at Barnet field, (Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;
Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; Whose top-branch overpeerid Jove's spreading And, as we march, our strength will be aug. tree,
mented And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful In every county as we go along. wind.
Strike up the drum ; cry-Courage! and away These eyes, that now arc dimm'd with death's
[Exeunt black veil,
SCENE IV. Plains near Tewkebury.
Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers.
wail their loss, And who dorst smile, when Warwick bent his But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. brow ?
What, though the mast be now blown overboard, Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands,
Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he is nothing left me, but my body's length!
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and With tearful eyes add water to the sea, dust?
And give more strength to that which hath too And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Whiles, in his monn, the ship splits on the rock, Enter Oxford and Somerset.
Which industry and courage might have sav'd Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! we are,
Say, Warwick was our anchor! What of that ? We might recover all our loss again!
And Montague our top-nast; What of him ? The queen from France hath brought a puissant Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of power :
these? Even now we heard the news : Ah, could%t thou why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? fly!
And Somerset another goodly mast; War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Mon- The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? tagne,
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ? And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! We will not from the belm, to sit and weep; Thou lov'at me not; for, brother, if thou didst, But keep our course, though the rough wind Thy tears would wash this cold congeuled blood, say-no, That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. From shelves and rocks that threaten us with Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
wreck. Som 'Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd As good to chide the waves as speak them fair. his last;
And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? And, to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ? And said, ---Commend me to my valiant brother. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? And more he would have said; and inore he All these the enemies to cur poor bark. spoke,
Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: Which sounded like a cannon lu a vault, Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink :