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He shalt here find his friends, with horse and men, While I myself will lead a private life,
To set him free from his captivity.

And in devotion spend my latter days,

To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman. War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's

will ? Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the Clar, That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; game.

For on thy fortune I repose myself. K. Eim. Nay, this way, man; see, where the War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be huntsmen stand.

content: Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the We'll yoke together like a double shadow rest,

To Henry's body, and supply his place;
Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer ? I mean, in bearing weight of government,

Glo. 'Brother, the time and ease requireth haste; While he enjoys the honour, and his ease.
Your horse stands ready at the park corner.

And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?

Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence And all his lands and goods be confiscate. to Flanders.

Clar. What else ? and that succession be deter. Glo. Well guess'd, believe me, for that was my

min'd. meaning,

War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his K. Edn'. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.

part, Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief K. Edn, Huntsman, what say'st thou wilt thou

affairs, go along?

Let me entreat, (for I command no more,) Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado. Be sent for, to return from France with speed : K. Edn. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear Warwick's frown;

My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. And pray that I may repossess the crown. (Exeunt. Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all

aspeed. SCENE VI.-A Room in the Tower.

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

that, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, of whom you seem to have so tender care?

young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, Lieutenant Som, My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richof the Tower, und Attendants.


K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope : If secret K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and frienils


[Lays his hand on his head. Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,

Suggest but truth to my divining oughts, And turn'd my captive state to liberty,

This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.

His looks are full of peaceful majesty; My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;

His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, At our enlargement what are thy due fees?

His hand to wield a scepter; and himself Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.

sovereigns; But, if an humble prayer may prevail,

Make much of him, my lords; for this is he I then crave pardon of your majesty.

Must help you more than you are hurt by me. K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? for well using me ?

Enter a Messenger.
Nay be thou sure, I'll well reqnite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure :

War. What news, my friend ?
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds

Mess. That Edward' is escaped from your bro. Conceive, when, after many moody thonghts,

ther, At last, by notes of household harmony,

And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy, They quite forget their loss of liberty.-

war. Únsavoury news: But how made he esBut, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,

cape ? And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee; Mess. He was convey'd by Richard dake of He was the author, thou the instrument.

Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, And the lord Hastings, who attended him
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; In secret ambush on the forest side,
And that the people of this blessed land

And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars; For hunting was his daily exercise.

*t Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, War. My brother was too careless of his charge. I here resign my government to thee,

But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

A salve for any sore that may betide. War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for vir.

[Exeunt King Henry, War. Clar. Lieut. tue ;

and Attendants. And now may seem as wise as virtuous,

Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Ed. By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice,

ward's : For few men rightly temper with the stars : For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help; Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, And we shall have more wars, before't be long. For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. As Henry's late presaging prophecy

Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, Did glad my heart, with hope of this young RichTo whom the heavens, in thy nativity,

mond: Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts As likely to be blest in peace, and war;

What may befall him, to his harm, and ours And therefore 1 yield thee my free consent. Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,

War. And I choose Clarence only for protector, Forth with we'll send him hence to Brittany,
K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both till storms be past of civil enmity.
your hands;

Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, I Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your 'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall doru. hearts,

Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. That no dissension hinder government:

Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. I make you both protectors of this land;




Mont. What talk you of debating ? in few words, SCENE VII.- Before York.

If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hastings, and For. To keep them back that come to succour you :

I'll leave you to your fortune ; and be gone,

Why should we fight, if you pretend no title ? * R. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice and the rest ;

points ? Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,

K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll And says that once more I shall interchange

make our claim : My waned state for Henry's regal crown.

Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning, Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms And brought desired help from Burgundy :

must rule. What then remains, we being thus arrivd

Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York,

crowns. But that we enter, as into our dukedom?

Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand ; Glo. The gates made fast !-Brother, I like not The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. this ;

K. Edw. Then be it as you will : for 'tis my right, For many men, that stumble at the threshold, And Henry but usurps the diadem. Are well foretold that danger Jurks within. Mont. Ay, now, my sovereign speaketh like K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now

himself ; affright us :

And now will I be Edward's champion. By fair or foul means we must enter in,

Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here For hither will our friends repair to us.

proclaim'd :Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to sum- Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. mon them,

(Gives him a paper. Flourish.

Sold. (Reads.) Edward the Fourth, by the grace Enter on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his of God, king of England and France, and lord of brethren.

Ireland, &c. May, My lords, we were forewarned of your Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's 'coming,

By this I challenge him to single fight [right, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;

[Throws don'n his gauntlet. For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

AU, Long live Edward the Fourth! K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your

K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and king,

thanks unto you all. Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. May. True, my good lord ; I know you for no Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York : less.

And, rhen the morning sun

raise his car K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Above the border of this horizon, dukedom;

We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates: As being well content with that alone.

For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier. Glo. But, when the fox hath once

got in his nose, Ah, froward Clarence !-how evil it beseems thee, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother !

[Aside. Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War. Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a : wick. doubt ?

Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be

(Exeunt. open'd.

Exeunt from above. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon ! SCENE VIII.-London. A Room in the Palace. Hast. The good old man would fain that all were Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Mon

well, So 'twere not 'long of him : but, being enter'd,

tague, Exeter, and Oxford. I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,

Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, belon.

And with his troops doth march amain to London; K. Edw. So, master mayor these gates must not And many giddy people flock to him. be shut,

Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. But in the night, or in the time of war.

Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys ;

Which, being snffer'a, rivers cannot quench. "1

[Takes his keys. War. In Warwickshire, I have true-hearted For Edward will defend the town, and thee,

friends, And all those friends that deign to follow me. Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war ; Drum. Enter Montgomery, and Forees, marching. Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,

Those will I muster up :-and thou, son Clarence, Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,

The knights and gentlemen to come with thee : Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, K. Edn. Welcome, sir John ! But why come you Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find in arms ?

Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st: Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm. And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, As every loyal subject ought to do.

In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we My sovereign, with the loving citizens, now forget

Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, Our title to the crown; and only claim

Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Shall rest in London, till we come to him.

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply:I came to serve a king, and not a duke,

Farewell, my sovereign. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's

[A march begun.

true hope. K. Edm. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile, and we'll Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. debate,

K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortuBy what safe means the crown may be recover'd.



Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly leave.

know. Oxf. And thus [kissing Henry's hand.] 1 seal

Drums. Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Forces, my truth, and bid adieu.

marching K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. K. Edm. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Co

a parle. ventry,

Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the vall. (Eseunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. War, o, unbid spite ! is sportful Edward come? K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? That we could hear no news of his repair? Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city Should not be able to encounter mine.

gates, Ere. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. Speak gentle words, and bumbly bend thy knee? K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath got Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, me fame.

And he shall pardon thee these outrages. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;

hence, My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?My mildness bath allay'd their swelling griefs, Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:

And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. I have not been desirous of their wealth,

Glo. I thought, at least, he would have saidNor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,

the king; Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; Or did he make the jest against his will ? Then why should they love Edward more than me? War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:

Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,

I'll do thee service for so good a gift. The lamb will never cease to follow him.

War. 'Twas 1, that gave the kingdom to the (Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster!

brother. Ere. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War. these ?

wick's gift.

War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers.

And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. hence,

K. Edn. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri. And once again proclaim us king of England.

soner: You are the fount, that makes small brooks to And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,

What is the body when the head is off ? Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, And swell so much the higher by their ebb.Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. The king was slily finger'd from the deck!

(Ereunt some with King Henry. You left poor Henry at the bishop's Palace, And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our 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 bay.

Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,

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,

(Exeunt. 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 ACT V.

tide thy friend; This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,

Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, SCENE I.-Coventry.

Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, Enter, upon the walls, Warwick, the Mayor of

Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.
Coventry, two Messengers, and others.

Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.
War. Where is the post, that came from valiant
Oxford ?

War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

comes ! 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither. 0.rf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! ward.

(Oxford and his Forces enter the city. War. How far off is our brother Montague ?- Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. Where is the post that came from Montague ? K. Edn. So other foes may set upon our backs. 9 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, troop.

Will issue out again, and bid us battle:
Enter Sir John Somerville.

If not, the city being but of small defence,

We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son ? War: 0, welcome, Oxford ! for we want thy And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?

help. Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,

Enter Montague, with drum and colours. 5, And do expect him here some two hours hence. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

(Drum heard.

(He and his Forces enter the City. Wur. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his 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 War. Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. wick,

K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater vic. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for

tory : friends, My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.


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Enter Somerset, with drum and colours.

To search the secret treasons of the world :

The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ;

[He und his Forces enter the City. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ?
Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his
Have sold their lives unto the house of York ;

And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
Enter Clarence, with drum and colours.

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,

Even now forsake me ; and of all my lands, War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! along,

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and Of force enough to bid his brother battle ;

With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,

And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
More than the nature of a brother's love :

Enter Oxford and Somerset.
Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as
means ?

we are,
(Taking the red rose out of his cap. We might recover all our loss again!
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :

The queen from France hath brought a puissant
I will not ruinate my father's house,

power; Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Even now we heard the news : Ah, could'st thou And set up Lancaster, Why, trow'st thou, War.

fly! wick,

War. Why, then I would not fly-Ah, Mon, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,

tague, To bend the fatal instruments of war

If you be there, sweet brother, take my hand,

7 Against his brother and his lawful king ?

And with thy lips keep in my soul a while !
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :

Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst,
To keep that oath,
were more impiety

Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. That glews my lips, and will not let me speak.
I am so sorry for my trespass made,

Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
That to deserve well at my brother's hands,

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe ;

last; With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,

And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

And said-Commend me to my valiant brother.
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. And more he would have said ; and more he spoke,
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. That might not be distinguish'd ; but, at last,
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ; I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, O, farewell, Warwick !
For 1 will henceforth be no more unconstant.


Sweet rest to his soul! K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids more belov'd,

You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies. Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is brotherlike,

(Exeunt, bearing of Warwick's body. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust ! K. Edn. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the

SCENE III.-Another part of the Field." town, and fight?

Flourish. Enter King Edward, in triumph ; with
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

Clarence, Gloster, and the rest.
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence :

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

8. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
the way :
Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory.

I spy a black, suspicious, threatining cloud,
[March. Exeunt.

That will encounter with our glorious sun,

Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet.

I mean, my lords,-those powers, that the queen

Hath rais'd in Gallia, hare arriv'd coast, Alarums, and Excursions. Enter King Edward, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. bringing in Warwick wounded.

Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,

And blow it to the source from whence it came :
K. Edw. So, lie thou there': die thou, and die Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ;
our fear;

For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Por Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.

Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong,
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ;
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.

If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd,

War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me, friend or foe, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ?
Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows,

That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
My blood, my want of strength, ny sick heart Will thither straight, For willingness rids way:

We having now the best at Barnet field,
That I must yield my body to the earth,

And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

In every county as we go along.-
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

Strike up the drum ; cry-Courage ! and away.

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept :

SCENE IV.Plains near Tewksbury.
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind: March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward,
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's

Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers. 176
black seil,

2. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wall Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

their loss,



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But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Which, by the heavens assistance, and your What though the mast be now blown over-board,

strength, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;

I need not add more fuel to your fire, Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he

For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out; Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad, Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. 1, With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I And give inore strength to that which hath too

should say, much;

My tears gainsay for every word I speak, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Which industry and courage might have sar'd ? Therefore, no more but this:-Henry, your sore. Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!

reign, Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, And Montague our top-mast; What of him? His realm a slaughterhouse, bis subjects slain, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent these?

And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, And Somerset another goodly mast?

Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?

(Eseunt both armies, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

SCENE V.-Another part of the same.
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?
We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

Alarums: Ereursions : and afterwards a retreat, But keep our course, though the rough wind say- Then, enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, no,

and Forces: with Queen Margaret, Oxford, and From shelves and rocks that threaten us with Somerset, prisoners. wreck.

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.

broils. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?

Away with Oxford to Hammes castle straight What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? For Somerset, off with his guilty head. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?

Go, bear them hence : I will not hear them speak All these the enemies to our poor bark.

Orf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee With Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while:

words. Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my for Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,

tune. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. This speak I, lords, to let you understand,

Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous In case some one of you would fly from us,

world, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. More than with ruthless waves, with sands and K. Edw. Is proclamation made,--that, who rocks.

finds Edward, Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Shall have a high reward, and he his life? 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit

comes. Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity,

Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward. And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him I speak not this, as doubting any here:

speak. For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? He should have leave to go away betimes;

Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Lest, in our need, he might infect another, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And make him of like spirit to himself.

And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? If any such be here, as God forbid !

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious Let him depart, before we need his help.

York ! Orf. Women and children of so high a courage ! Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; And warriors faint! why,'t were perpetual shame.- Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thous 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to. To bear his image, and renew his glories !

Mar. Ah, that thy tber had been so reSom. And be that will not fight for such a hope,

solv'di Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,

Glo. That you might still have worn the pettiIf he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

coat, Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Ox. And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. ford, thanks.

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no- His currish riddles sort not with this place. thing else.

Glo. By heaven, brat, l'll plague you for that

word. Enter a Messenger.

Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive

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

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding croot-back

rather. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness, Q. Nar. This cheers my heart, to see your for.

K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm wardness.

your tongue.

Clar. Untutor'à lad, thou art too malapert, Orf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutifuf: budge,

Lascivious Edward,

and thou perjur'd George March. 'Enter, at a distance, King Edward, Cla. And thou misshapen Dick,- I tell ye all, rence, Gloster, and Rorces

I am your better, traitors as ye are ;

And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. • K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands "the K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this raller thorny wood,


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