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Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTH- Made issue from the bosom of the boy:
And, if thine eyes can water for his death, • Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumber- Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. land,
I should lament thy miserable state. I dare your quenchless fury to more rage ;
I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York ; • I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
Whai, hath iny fiery heart so parch'd ihine entrails, Clif: Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
* Why art thou patient, man ? thout should'st be Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,
mad; And made an evening at the noontide prick.' York. My ashes, as the Phønix, may bring forth Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;
* And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. • A bird that will revenge upon you all :
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.• And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
A crown for York ;-and, lords, bow low to him.Scorning whale'er you can afflict me with.
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.• Why come you not ? what! multitudes, and fear?
(Putting a paper Crown on his Head, Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no further;
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair ; • So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
And this is he was his adopted heir. So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their bivos,
But how is it that great Plantagenet Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath ? York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
As I bethink me, you should not be king, • And, in thy thought o'errun my former time :
Till our King Henry had shook hands with death. And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face ;
And will you pale? your head in Henry's glory. And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cow
And rob his temples of the diadem, ardice, • Whose frown hath made thee faint and Ay ere this. Now in his life, against your holy oath ?
0, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!Clif. I will not bandy with thee word fór word;
off with ine crown; and, with the crown, his head; But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. [Draws.
Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand
Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he causes,
makes. I would prolong awhile the traitor's life :
York. She wolf of France, but worse than wolves Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumber
of France, land. North. Iloid, Clifford; do not honour him so much, How ill beseeming is it in thy sex,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart :
To triumph like an Amazonian trull, What valvur were it, when a cur doth grin,
whom fortune captivates ? For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
But that thy face is, visorlike, unchanging, When he might spurn him with his foot away?
Made impudent with use of evil deeds, It is war's prize to take all vantages;
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush : • And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
To tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom deriv'd, (They lay hands on York, who struggles. Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
shameless. North. So doth the coney struggle in the net.
Thy father bears the type of king of Naples, (York is taken prisoner, or both the Sicils, and 'Jerusalem; York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer’dYet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. booty ;
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult ? So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen; North. What would your grace have done unto Unless the adage must be verified,
him now? Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northum- 'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud;
That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. berland,
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small : Come make him stand upon this molehill here ; * That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. * What! was it you that would be England's king? The want thereof makes thee abominable:
10 that makes them seem divine ; Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent ?
Thou art as opposite to every good,
As the Antipodes are unto us, Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
Or as the south to the septentrion." The wanton Edward, and the lusty George ? • And where's that valiant crookback prodigy,
0, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, Dicky, your boy, that, with his grumbling voice,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible ;
- Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
upon a molehill, on whose heade they put a garland in I Noontide point on the dial.
stead of a crow?), which they had fashioned and made 2 Prize here must have the same meaning as prise of segges or bulrushes, and having so crowned hiin In French, or presa in Italian, 1. e. a hold or advantage with that garlande, they kneeled down afore him, as that may be taken. Unless we can imagine that it sig. the Jews did to Christe, in scorne, saying to him, Hayle nifies licitum esl, 'it is prized or exleemed lawful in king without rule, hayle, king without heritage, lrayle, war,' &c. Price, prise, and prize were used indiscri. duke and prince without people or possessions. And, minately by our ancestors.
at length, having thus scorned hym with these and on 3 Honest men.
verse other the like despitefull woordes, they strooke 4 Reached. Vide note on Part II. of this play, Act ii. off his heade, which (as ye have heard) they presented Sc. 3.
to the queen.' 5 Handkerchief.
7 Impale, encircle with a crown. 9 Kill him. 6_According to Hall the paper crown was not placed 9 i. e. the crown, the emblem or symbo royalty. on York's head till after he was dead; but Holinshed, 10 Government, in the language of the time signified After having copied Hall, says :- Some write that the evenness of temper, and decency of manners. duke was taken alive and in derision caused to stand 11 The north.
sun : 9
• Bidd'st thou me rage, why, now thou hast thy * Or, had ho 'scap’d, methinks, we should have wish :
heard • Would'st have me wecp? why, now thou hast * The happy tidings of his good escape. thy will:
• How fares my brother? why is he so sad ? • For raging wind blows up incessant showers. Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolv'd And, when the rage allays, the rain begins.' Where our right valiant father is become. These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies; I saw him in the battle range about; . And every drop cries vengeance for his death, - · And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth. • 'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, --and thee, false French Methought, he bure him in the thickest troop,
As doth a lion in a herd of neat:6 North. Beshrew me, but his passions? move me * Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs ; so,
* Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry, That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. * The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
York. That face of his the hungry cannibals * So far'd our father with his enemies : Would not have touch'd, would not have stain's * So fled his enemies my warlike father; with blood :
Methinks, 'tis prize' enough to be his son. But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,- See, how the morning opes her golden gates, 0, ten times more,-than tigers of Hyrcania. And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears : * How well resembles it the prime of youth, This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy, * Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love! And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect (He gives back the Handkerchief. And, if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
Not separated with the racking clouds, ** Upon my soul, the hearers will shed iears ;) But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky. Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears, See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss, And say,-Alas, it was a piteous deed !
As if they vow'd some league inviolable : Thero, take the crown, and, with the crown, my Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. curse;
In this the heaven figures some event. And, in thy need, such comfort come to thee,
* Edw. "Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never As now I reap at thy too cruel band !
heard of. Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world; I think, it cites us, brother, to the field; My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
North. Had he been slaughterman to all my kin, Each one already blazing by our meeds," 'I should not for my life but weep for him, Should, notwithstanding, join our lights together, To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
And overshine the earth, as this the world. Q. Mar. What, weeping-ripe, my Lord North- Whate'er it bodes, hence forward will I bear umberland ?
Upon my targel three fair shining suns. Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
'* Rich. Nay, bear three daughters ;-by your And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
leave I speak it, Clif. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's * You love the breeder better than the male. death. (Stabbing him.
Enter a Messenger. Q. Mar. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
' But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? • My soul' nies ihrough these wounds to seek out when as the noble duke of York was slain,
Mess. Ah, one that was a woful looker on, thee.
(Dies. Q. Mar. Off with his head, and set it on York gale;
* Your princely father, and my loving lord. So York may overlook the town of York.
• Edw. O, speak no more! for I have heard too
Rich. Say how he died, for I will hear it all. 'Mess. Environed he was with many foes;
* And stood against them as the hope of Troy! ACT II.
* Against the Greeks, that would have enter'd'Troy. SCENE I. A Plain near Mortimer's Cross in * And many strokes, though with a little axe,
* But Hercules himself must yield to odds ; Herefordshire. Drums. Enter EDWARD and * Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. RICHARD, with their Forces, marching.
By many hands your father was subdu'd; * Edw. I wonder, how our princely father'scap'd; But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm + Or whether he be 'scap'd away, or no,
• Of unrelenting Clifford, and the queen: * From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit ; " Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite ; * Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; 'Laugh'd in his face; and, when with grief he wept, Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; • The ruthless queen gave him, to dry his cheeks,
i We meet with the same thought in Shakspeare's 6 Neat cattle, cows, oxen, &c.' Rape of Lucrece :
7 Prize is here again used for estimation. "This windy tempest, till it bloud up rain,
9 Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun, Held back his sorrow's tide, to make it more : when she dismisses him to his diurnal course. Atlast it rains, and busy winds gire o'er,
9 This circumstance is mentioned both by Hall and Then son and father weep with equal strise, Holina hed. Al which tyme the sun (as some write)
Who should weep most for daughter or for wife.' appeared to the earl of March like three sunnes, and 2 Passions for griefs.
sodainely joyned altogether in one ; upon whiche sight 8 "Tell thou the lamentable tale of ine,
hee woke such courage, that he fiercely setting on his And send the hearers Weeping to their beds.' enemyes put them to flight; and for this cause menne 4 This gallant prince fell by his own imprudence, in ymagined that he gave the sun in his full bryghincase consequence of leading an army of only five thousand for his badge or cognizance.'— Holinshed. men to engage with twenty thousand, and not waiting 10 i. e. the clouds foating before the wind like a reek for the arrival of his son the earl of March, with a large or vapour. This verb, though now obsolete, was for. body of Welshmen. He and Cecily his wife, with his merly in common use; and it is now provincially con. son Edmund, earl of Rutland, were originally buried in mod to speak of the rack of the weather. the chancel of Fatheringay church. Peacham, in his 11 Meed anciently signified merit as well as reward , Complete Gentleman, 16:27, p. 153, gives an account of and is so explained by Colgrave, Philips, and others. the destruction of their monumente, of the disinterment, 12 The generous tenderness of Edward, and egraga &c.; and of their reinterment in the church, by command fortitude of Richard, are well distinguished by their dit of Queen Elizabeth, under a mean monument of plaster. Terent reception of their father's death. 5 Demeaned himself. 1
• A napkin stoeped in the harmless blood
That robb'd my soldiers of their hated spleen; • Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain : Or whether 'ıwas report of her success ; . And, after many scorns, many foul taunts, Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, • They took his head, and on the gates of York • Who thunders to his captives-blood and death, • They set the same; and there it doth remain, I cannot judge : but, to conclude with truth,
The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd. Their weapons like to lightning came and went , Edw. Sweet duke of York, our prop to lean upon; Our soldiers'— like the night-owl's lazy fight, Now thou art gone, we have no staff
, no stay!- Or like a lazy thrasher with a flail, * O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends. * The flower of Europe for his chivalry;.
I cheer'd ihem up with justice of our cause, * And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him, With promise of high pay, and great rewards : * For, hand to hand, he would have vanquish'd But all in vain ; they had no heart to fight, thee!
we, in them, no hope to win the day, Now my soul's palace is become a prison : So that we fled ; the king, unto the queen ; Ah, would she break from hence! that this my body Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself, • Might in the ground be closed up in rest : In haste, posthaste, are come to join with you ; • For never henceforth shall I joy again,
For in the marches here, we heard you were, • Never, O never, shall I see more joy:
Making another head to fight again. • Rich. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture • Edw. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart :
Warwick? * Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great And when came George from Burgundy to England? burden;
" War. Some six miles off the duke is with the * For selfsame wind, that I should speak withal,
soldiers : * Is kindling coals, that fire all my breast,
And for your brother,-he was lately sent * And burn me up with flames that tears would From your kind auni, duchess of Burgundy, quench.
With aid of soldiers to this needful war. * To weep, is to make less the depth of grief: Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick * Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge, for
Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, Richard, I bear thy name, I'll venge thy death, But ne'er, till now, his scandal of retire. • Or die renowned by attempting it.
War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with
For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine • His dukedom and his chair with me is left. Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, And wring the awful sceptre from his fist;
But, in this troublous time, what's to be done? War. How now, fair lords ? What fare? what Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, news abroad?
And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, • Rich. Great lord of Warwick, if we should re. Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads ? count
Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Our baleful news, and, at each word's deliverance, Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told, If for the last, say—Ay, and to it, lords. The words would add more anguish than the wounds. War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you O valiant lord, the duke of York is slain.
Edw. O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet, And therefore comes my brother Montague. Which held the dearly, as his soul's redemption, Attend me, lorus. The proud insulting queen, Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death. With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland, War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in And of their feather, many more proud birds,
Have wrought the easy-melting king like was. And now to add more measure to your woes, He swore consent to your succession, I come to tell you things since then befall’n. His oath enrolled in the parliament; After the bloody fray ai Wakefield fought,
And now to London all the crew are gone, Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp, To frustrate both his oath, and what beside Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
May make against the house of Lancaster. Were brought me of your loss, and his depart. • Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong I then in London, keeper of the king,
Now, if the help of Norfolk, and myself, Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends, With all the friends that thou, brave earl of March, And very well appointed, as I thought,
Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure, March'd towards Saint Albans to intercept the queen, Will but amount to five and twenty thousand, Bearing the king in my behalf along :
Why, Via! to London will we march amain ; For by my scouts I was advertised,
And once again bestride our foaming steeds, That she was coming with a full intent
And once again cry--Charge upon our foes ! To dash our late decree in parliament,
But never once again turn back, and fly. • Touching King Henry's oath, and your succession. Rich. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick Short tale to make,-we at Saint Albans met,
speak: Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought : Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day, But, whether 'twas the coldness of the king, "That cries-Retire, if Warwick bid him stay. Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen, Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; 1 Thus in Spenser's Hymn of Heavenly Beauty :- of December, 1460, when Edward was in his nineteenth -like the native bird of cagle's kind,
year, Rutland in his eighteenth, George of York, after. On that bright sun of glory fix thine eyes.' wards duke of Clarence, in his twelfth, and Richard 2 This meeting was at Chipping Norton, according to only in his ninth year. W. Wyrcester, p. 488.
5 This circumstance is not warranted by history. Cla. 3 A common ancient expression for killed; from the rence and Gloster (as they were afterwards created) French fuire mourir.
were sent into Flanders immediately after the baule of 4 The ages of the duke of York's children will show Wakefield, and did not return until their brother Edward how far historic truth is departed from in the present had got possession of the crown. The duchess of Bur. play The battle of Wakefield was fought on the 29th gundy was not their aunt, but a third cousin.
And when thou fall'st, (as God forbid the hour !) | My careless father fondly gave aromy?
War. No longer earl of March, but duke of York; And let his manly face, which promiseth
K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
And happy always was it for that son, • But sound the trumpets, and about our task. Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? * Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; steel,
And 'would, my father had left me no more! *(As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,) For all the rest is held at such a rate, * 1 come to pierce il,—or to give thee mine. • As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, * Edw. Then strike up, drums ;-God, and Saint Than in possession any int of pleasure. ,
Ah, cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know, Enter a Messenger.
• How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
"Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits ; our War. How now? what news?
foes are nigh, Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word by And this soft courage makes your followers faint. me,
You promis'd knighthood to our forward son; The queen is coming with a puissant host;
· Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently,– And craves your company for speedy counsel. War. Why then it sorts,' brave warriors: Let's Edward, kneel down.
K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight ; away.
And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right. SCENE II. Before York. Enter King HENRY, Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE of Wales, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness : That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
For, with a band of thirty thousand men, • Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord ? * K. Hen. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear And, in the towns as they do march along,
Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; their wreck ;
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
• Darraign your battle for they are at hand, Not wittingly have I infring'd my vow.
Clif. I would, your highness would depart 'tho
field : Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity
The queen hath best success when you are absent." And harmful pity, must be laid aside. To whom do lions cast their gentle looks ?
Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our
fortune. Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; thereforo Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick? Not his, that spoils her young before her face. North. Be it with resolution then to fight. Who'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords, Not he, that sets his foot upon her back.
And hearten those that fight in your defence : The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
Unsheath your sword, good father; cry, Saint . And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood. Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
George! Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows: March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Sola And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
diers. Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
• Edw. Now, perjur'd Henry! wilt thou kneol • Which argued thee a most unloving father. Unreasonable creatures feed their young :
And set thy diadem upon my head;. And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
* Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
Q. Mar. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting Who hath not seen them (even with those wings
boy! "Which sometime they have used with fearful
flight,)Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful king?
• Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's defence ?
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knec;' For shame, my liege, make them your precedent: I was adopted heir by his consent ; Were it not pity that this goodly boy
Since when, his oath is broke ; for, as I hear, Should lose his birthright by his father's fault;
You that are king, though he do wear the crown, And long hereafter say unto his child,
Have caus'd him, by new act of parliament, What my great granolfather and grandsire got,
• To blot out me, and put his own son in.
1 Why, then, things are as they should be ; it falls from him to the other parte.'-Hall's Chronicle. Henry out right,
VI. fol. c. Drayton has enlarged upon this superstitious 2 Foolishly.
belief in his Miseries of Queen Margaret. 3 The king quotes two proverbs; the one Ill gotten 6 Edward's argument is founded on an article said to goods never prosper;' the other - Happy the child have been in the compact between Henry and the duko whose father went to the devil. This last he must be of York: ' That is the king did closely or a perily supposed to use interrogatively, as disputing the truth studye or go about to compass or imagine the death or of it: Was it always happy for that son ?' &c. This destruction of the sayde duke or his blood, then he la interpretation sets the king's reasoning right.
forfet the crowne, and the duke of Yorke to take il. -4 i.e. arrange your host, put your host in order. Dar. Hall. If this had been one of the articles of the com. raign is used by Chaucer, Skelton, and Spenser. pact, the duke having been killed at Wakefield, hias,
5. Happy was the queene in her two battayls, but eldest son would now have a title to the crown ; but unfortunate was the king in all his enterprises; for Malone doubts whether it ever made part of that agreswhere his person was present the victorie fledde ever I ment. The poet followed Hall
Clif. And reason too;
Edw. A wisp of straw wero worth a thousand Who should succeed the father, but the son ?
crowns, • Rich. Are you there, butcher ?—0, I cannot To make this shameless callet know herself.com speak!
* Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, *Clif. Ay, crookback; here I stand to answer * Although thy husband may be Menclausys thee,
* And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
* By that false woman, as this king by thee. Rich. ''Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was · His father revell'd in the heart of France, it not?
And tam'd the king, and made the Dauphin stoop;
But, when he took a beggar io his bed,
. Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him, Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick ? That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France, dare you speak?
And heap'd sedition on his crown at home. When you and I met at St. Albans last,
· For what hath broach'd this tuinult, but thy pride ?
Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
• And thai thy summer bred us no increase, : North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make | We set the axe to thy usurping root: you stay:
And though the edge hath something hit ourselves, Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently ;- Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, Break off the parle ; for scarce I can refrain We'll never leave, till we have hewn thee down, The execution of my big-swoln heart
Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods.
Edw. And, in this resolution, I defy thee;
Sound trumpets !--let our bloody colours wave ! -
These words will cost ten thousand lives to-day.
(Ereunt K. Hen. I prythee, give no limits to my tongue ; SCENE III. I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.
A Field of Battle between Towton Clif. My liege, ihe wound, that bred this meeting
and Saxton, in Yorkshire. Alarums: Excur.
sions, Enter WARWICK. here, Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still. 'War. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword: I lay me down a little while to breathe : By him that made us all, I am resolv'd,"
For strokes receiv'd, and many blows repaid, i That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue. Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right or no ? And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile.
Enter EDWARD, running.
• For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. is right,
War. How now, my lord ? what hap? what hope There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
of good? Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
Enter GEORGE. For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
* Geo. Our hapis loss, our hope but sad despair ; Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor
• Our ranks are broke, and ruim follows us : dam; But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
• What counsel give you, whither shall we fly?
• Edw. Bootless is flight, they follow us with Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
wings; • As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
" And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit. Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt, Whose father bears the title of a king,
Enter Richard. (As if a channel* should be call'd the sea,) ' Rich. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn • Sham'st thou pot, knowing whence thou art ex
" Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,', To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart ?
Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance :
And, in the very pangs of death, he cried, 1 It is my firm persuasion. ? See the Second part of King Henry VI. Act v. Sc. I. 8 Shakspeare has here, perhaps, intentionally thrown *Gill is a superficial covering of goid.
three different actions into one. The principal action # A channel in the poet's time signified what we now took place on the eve of Palm Sunday, 1461. "This call a kennel ; which werd is still pronounced channel battle (says Carte) decided the fate of the house of Lan in the north.
caster, overturning in one day an usurpation strength 5 To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent ened by sixty-two years' continuance, and establisted rajling.
Edward on the throne of England.' 6 A wisp of straw was often applied as a mark of op.
- Thus repulsed, our final hope probrium to an immodest woman, a scold, or similar or. Is flat despair.'
Milton. lenders; even showing it to a woman was, therefore,
10 The brother here mentioned is to persun in the considered as a grievous affront. A cutlet was a lewd, drama, but a natural son of Salisbury. Holinshed, -e. woman ; but a term often given to a scold.
lating the death of Lord Clifford in this action at Ferry.' - i. e. a cuckold. In Troilus and Cressida, Thersites, bridge, on the 29th of March, 1461, says, He was speaking of Menelaus, calls him 'The goodly transfor. slaine, and with hin the bastard of Salisbury, brother mation of Jupiter there, the primitive statue and obligpre to the earl of Warwick, a valiant young gentlemas, memorial of cuckolds.'
and of great audacite