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SCENE V.

KING HENRY VI.

*Never to lie and take his natural rest,
*Till Warwick, or himself, be quite suppress'd.
*2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the
day,

*If Warwick be so near as men report.
*3 Watch. But say, pray,

that

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what nobleman is

*That with the king here resteth in his tent?
*1 Watch. "Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's
chiefest friend.

* 3 Watch. O, is it so? But why commands the
king,

*That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, * While he himself keepeth in the cold field?

*2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.

*3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quiet

ness,

*I like it better than a dangerous honour.1
*If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
*'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

up 1 Watch. Unless our halberts did shut passage.

his

2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his
royal tent,

* But to defend his person from night foes?
Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMER-
SET, and Forces.

'War. This is his tent; and see, where stand
his guard.

Courage, my masters: honour now, or never!
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
1 Watch. Who goes there?
*2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest.

[WARWICK, and the rest, cry all-Warwick!
Warwick! and set upon the Guard; who
fly, crying, Arm! Arm! WARWICK,
and the rest, following them.

* K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must
needs abide;

It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

[Exit KING EDWARD, led out; SOMERSET
with him.

* Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us to doj
*But march to London with our soldiers?

War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
To free King Henry from imprisonment,
And see him seated in the regal throne. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS.

Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden
change

'Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to
learn,

'What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against
Warwick?

Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal

person.

Riv. Then is my sovereign slain?

'Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken pri

soner;

Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard,
Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares :
And, as I further have to understand,

Is new committed to the bishop of York,
Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
'Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of
grief:

'Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's

decay.

* And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
*This is it that makes me bridle passion,
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
* Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
'King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English

The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding. Re-*
enter WARWICK, and the rest, bringing the King
out in a Gown, sitting in a Chair; GLOSTER and
HASTINGS fly.

Som.

What are they that fly there?
War. Richard, and Hastings: let them go,

here's the duke.

K. Edw. The duke! why, Warwick, when we
parted last,
Thou call'dst me king?

Ay, but the case is alter'd:
War.
When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,
Then I degraded you from being king,
And come now to create you duke of York.
Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use ambassadors;
Nor how to be contented with one wife;
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly;
Nor how to study for the people's welfare;
Nor how to shrowd yourself from enemies?

K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou
here too?

*Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.-
Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as king:
*Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
*My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
War. Then, for his mind,2 be Edward England's
[Takes off his Crown.
king:
But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
And be true king indeed; thou but the shadow.-
My lord of Somerset, at my request,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my brother, archbishop of York.

When I have fought with Pembroke and his

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crown.

* Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then be-
come?

Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards
London,

*To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must

down.

But to prevent the tyrant's violence

(For trust not him that hath once broken faith, I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,

To save at least the heir of Edward's right; 'There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. 'Come, therefore, let us fly, while we may fly;

If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt. Yorkshire.3 Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, SIR SCENE V. A Park near Middleham Castle in WILLIAM STANLEY, and others.

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Glo. Now, my Lord Hastings, and Sir William
Stanley,

Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.

Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my

brother,

Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often, but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertis'd him by secret means,
That if, about this hour, he make his way,
Under the colour of his usual game,

He shall here find his friends, with horse and men,
To set him free from his captivity.

2 i. e. in his mind; as far as his own mind goes.
3 Shakspeare follows Holinshed in the representation
here given of King Edward's capture and imprison-
never in the hands of Warwick.
ment. The whole, however, is untrue. Edward was

Enter KING EDWARD and a Huntsman.

Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.

K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, huntsmen stand.

where the

"Now, brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings, and the rest,

Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer? Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; 'Your horse stands ready at the park corner. K. Edw. But whither shall we then? 'Hast. To Lynn, my lord: and ship from thence to Flanders.

Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.

K. Edu. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. *Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to

talk.

'K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou ? wilt thou go along?

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Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.
*Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado.
K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from
Warwick's frown;

And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower. Enter KING
HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET,
Young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieu-
tenant of the Tower, and Attendants.

*K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and
friends

Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
*And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
*My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;

At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
*Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their
Sovereigns;

* But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
*I then crave pardon of your majesty.

*K. Hen, For what, lieutenant? for well using me?

Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, *For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure: Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds *Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, * At last, by notes of household harmony, They quite forget their loss of liberty.

But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; He was the author, thou the instrument. *Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, *By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; *And that the people of this blessed land

May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars; Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, 'I here resign my government to thee,

For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

*War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for vir

tuous;

And now may seem as wise as virtuous, By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice, *For few men rightly temper with the stars: * Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, *For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.2 * Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the

sway,

*To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,

Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown, *As likely to be blest in peace, and war; * And therefore I yield thee my free consent. *War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.

1 Few men accommodate themselves to their destiny, or adapt themselves to circumstance. 2 See note 1, p. 78.

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K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
'Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Rich-
mond.

'K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If se-
cret powers [Lays his Hand on his Head.
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad3 will prove our country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he,
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Messenger.

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War. What news, my friend?

* Mess. That Edward is escaped from your bro
ther,

*And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
*War. Unsavoury news: But how made he

escape?

* Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of
Gloster,

*And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
*In secret ambush on the forest side,
*And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
*For hunting was his daily exercise.

*War. My brother was too careless of his charge.
A salve for any sore that may betide.
*But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide

[Exeunt KING HENRY, WAR. CLAR. Lieut. and Attendants.

*Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:

* For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help; first duke of Somerset. Edmond was half brother to King Henry VI. being the son of that king's mother, Queen Catharine, by her second husband, Owen Tudor. Henry the Seventh, to show his gratitude to Henry VI. for this 8 This was adopted from Hall by the author of the old early presage in his favour, solicited Pope Julius to ca play; Holished also copies Hall almost verbatim:-nonize him a saint; but either would not pay the price, Whom when the king had a good while beheld, he said or, as Bacon supposes, the pope refused lest as Henry to such princes as were with him, Lo, surelie this is he, to was reputed in the world abroad but for a simple man, whom both we and our adversaries, leaving the posses- the estimation of that kind of honour might be dimin sion of all things, shall hereafter give roome and place. ished if there were not a distance kept between inno p. 678. Henry earl of Richmond, was the son of Edmond cents and saints.' earl of Richinond, and Margaret, daughter to John the

4 i. e. waited for him.

* And we shall have more wars, before't be long. *As Henry's late presaging prophecy

Drum. Enter MONTGOMERY, and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

* Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Rich-Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

mond;

So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts *What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: *Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, *Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, *Till storms be past of civil enmity.

*Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown, *"Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down. *Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. *Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Before York. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Forces.

K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest;

Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says-that once more I shall interchange
My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
Well have we pass'd, and now repass the seas,
And brought desired help from Burgundy:
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenspurg haven' before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
'Glo. The gates made fast!-Brother, I like not
this;
*For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
* Are well foretold-that danger lurks within.
* K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not
now affright us:

By fair or foul means we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repair to us.
*Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to sum-
mon them.

Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his
Brethren.

'May. My lords, we were forewarned of your
coming,

And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
'K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your
king,

Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.
May. True, my good lord; I know you for no
less.

K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my
dukedom;

*As being well content with that alone.

Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his nose, 'He'll soon find means to make the body follow.

[Aside. 'Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?

Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends.
May. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be
open'd.
[Exeunt from above.
Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon!
*Hast. The good old man would fain that all
were well,

* So'twere not 'long of him:2 but, being enter'd,
*I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
*Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.

Re-enter the Mayor, and Two Aldermen, below.
'K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must
not be shut,

But in the night, or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
[Takes his Keys.
For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.

1 In the old play this is written Raunspurhaven, we
may therefore infer that such was the pronunciation.
2 The mayor is willing we should enter, so he may
not be blamed.

3 Report. Vide Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 7.

4 Know.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?

Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do.

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K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we now forget

Our title to the crown! and only claim

Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.
I came to serve a king, and not a duke,—
'Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;

Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
[A March begun.

K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while; and
we'll debate,

By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone,
To keep them back that come to succour you:
Why should we fight, if you pretend no title ?

Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice
points?

*K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll
make our claim;

*Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
*Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms
must rule.

Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto

crowns.

* Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
*The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

*K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, *And Henry but usurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;

And now will I be Edward's champion.

Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here
proclaim'd:-

*Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
[Gives him a Paper. Flourish.
of God, king of England and France, and lord of
Sold. [Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace
Ireland, &c.

Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's
right,

By this I challenge him to single fight.

[Throws down his Gauntlet. All. Long live Edward the Fourth! 'K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery;

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thanks unto you all.
'If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York:
And, when the morning sun shall raise his car
'Above the border of this horizon,
'We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
'For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier.-

Ah, froward Clarence!-how evil it beseems thee,
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War-
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!

wick.

* Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;"
* And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE,
MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.

War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
And with his troops doth march amain to London;
And many giddy people flock to him.

these plays. Warwick has but just gone off the stage,
when Edward says:-

'And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick-now remains.

In the original play this scene follows immediately after
King Henry's observations on young Richmond, the

5 This scene is perhaps the worst contrived of any in sixth scene of the present play.

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* Oxf. Let's levy men and beat him back again.' Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted
friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up-and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.-
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,-
*Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
*Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,-
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.-
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.—
Farewell, my sovereign.

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's
true hope.2

*Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. *K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!

*Mont. Comfort, my lord,--and so I take my leave.

* Oxf. And thus, [Kissing HENRY's hand,] I seal my truth, and bid adieu.

*K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,

And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.

[Exeunt WAR. CLAR. OXF. and MONT. *K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. *Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field *Should not be able to encounter mine. *Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. *K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed' hath got me fame.

*

*I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
*Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; ̧
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
*My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
*Nor much oppres'd them with great subsidies,
*Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
*Then why should they love Edward more than me?
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,"
*The lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster!
Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
Enter KING EDward, Gloster, and Soldiers.
" K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear
him hence,

And once again proclaim us king of England.-*You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow: *Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, And swell so much the higher by their ebb.-Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.

[Exeunt some with KING HENRY. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains:4

1 This line, in the folio copy, is given to the king, to whose character it is so unsuitable, that it has been thought best to give it to Oxford, who is the next speak. er in the old play.

2 Shakspeare has twice repeated this passage, which
made an impression upon him in the old play. He has
applied the same expression to the duke of York, where
his overthrow at Wakefield is described:-
"Environed he was with many foes,

And stood against them as the hope of Troy
Against the Greeks.'

In the former instance no trace is to be found of these
lines in the old play. Several similar repetitions are
found in this Third Part of King Henry VI.

3 Merit.

The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd for hay.
*Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares:

* Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Coventry. Enter, upon the Walls,
WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, Two Mes-
sengers, and others.

War. Where is the post that came from valiant
Oxford?

How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
" 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither-
ward.

War. How far off is our brother Montague?
Where is the post that came from Montague?

2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. 'War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? 'Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces. And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard. 'War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. *Som. It is not his, my lord: here Southami lies: The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.

* War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'dfor friends.

*Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

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Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?

*K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city
gates,

Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?
Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

'War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces

hence,

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K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.

'War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again: And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

4 Warwick has but just left the stage, declaring his intention to go to Coventry. How then could Edward know of that intention? Shakspeare here again fol lowed the old play. Some of the old dramatic writers seem to have thought that all the persons of the drama, must know whatever was known to the writers them selves, or to the audience.

5 The allusion is to the proverb, 'Make hay while the sun shines.'

6 Thus in King John :

O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? Where hath it slept?

7 That is, enroll myself among thy dependents, Cowell informs us that servitium is that service which the tenant, by reason of his fee, oweth unto his lord.

*K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri

soner:

And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, What is the body, when the head is off?

To bend the fatal instruments of war Against his brother, and his lawful king? *Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: *To keep that oath, were more impiety

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,* Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter.

But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, The king was slily finger'd from the deck!! You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,2 And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

*I am so sorry for my trespass made, *That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; *With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee * (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. *Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel* To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.

down, kneel down:

*Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. *War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, 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;

*This hand, fast wound about thy cold-black hair, Shali, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, * Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,— *Wind-changing Warwick now can change no

more.

Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours. *War. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford comes!

Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

[OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. * Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, *Will issue out again, and bid us battle:

If not, the city, being but of small defence,
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O, welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help.
Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City.
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this

treason

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. *K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater

victory;

*My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

He and his Forces enter the City: Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,

Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
*With whom an upright zeal to rights prevails,
More than the nature of a brother's love :-

* Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick

calls.

Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this

means;
[Taking the red Rose out of his Cap.

Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to limes the stones together,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, War-
wick,

⚫ That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,

1 A pack of cards was anciently termed a deck of cards, or a pair of cards. An instance of a pack of cards being called a deck, occurs in the Sessions Paper for January, 1789. The term is said to be still used in Ireland.

2 The palace of the bishop of London.

2 This expression of impatience has been already noticed in The Tempest, and King Richard II.

4 The first of these noblemen was Edmund, slain at the battle of St. Albans, 1455. The second was Henry his son, beheaded after the battle of Hexham, 1463. The present duke, Edmund, brother to Henry, was

And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. 'K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov❜d,

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate, 'Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brotherlike.

War. O passing" traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight?

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? 'War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory. [March. Exeunt. SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarums, and Excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded.

*K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;

*For Warwick was a bug," that fear'd us all.Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, *That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit.

War. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend, or

foe,

And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, *My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart

shows

And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
That I must yield my body to the earth,
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind,
*These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's
black veil,

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
To search the secret treasons of the world:
The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands,
Is nothing left me, but my body's length !10
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
taken prisoner at Tewksbury, 1471, and there behead-
ed; his brother John losing his life in the same fight.
5 i. e. To cement.

6 i. e. stupid, insensible of paternal fondness. 7 i. e. exceeding, egregious. A passing impudent fellow; insigniter impudens.'-Baret.

8 Warwick was the bugbear that frightened us all. 9 All the fowls of heaven made their nest in his boughs, and under his branches did all the beasts of the field bring forth their young.' Ezekiel, c. xxxi. Cedes coemptis saltibus, et domo Villaque.' Hor.

10

Mors sola fatetur Quantula sint hominum corpuscula.' Juv. Camden mentions in his Remaines, that Constantine, in

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