ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers and others, upon the walls. W WARWICK. HERE is the post that came from vali ant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? I Mef. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither-ward. War. How far off is our brother Montague? Where is the poft that came from Montague? 2 Mef. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant troop. Enter Somervile. War. Say Somervile, what fays my loving fon? And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now? Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here fome two hours hence. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Somerv. It is not his, my lord: here Southam lyes : The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. War. Who fhould that be belike, unlook'd-for friends. Somery. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. ་་ March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Glocefter, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a Glo. See how the furly Warwick mans the wall. K. Edw. Now Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, War. Nay rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, And thou fhalt still remain the Duke of York. Glo. I thought at least he would have faid the King, War. Is not a Dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift? War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. War. Thou art no Atlas for fo great a weight: And Henry is my King, Warwick his fubject. K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's prifoner: Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-çaft, Glo. Come Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down : Nay when? ftrike now, or elfe the iron cools. Then bear fo low a fail to ftrike to thee. K. Edw. Sail how thou canft, have wind and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Enter Oxford, with Drum and Colours. War. O chearful colours, fee where Oxford comes ! Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. Enter Montague, with Drum and Colours. Mont. Montague! Montague! for Lancaster. Glo. Thou and thy brother both fhall buy this treason Ev'n with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory, My mind prefageth happy gain and conquest. Enter Somerset, with Drum and Colours. Som. Somerfet! Somerfet! for Lancaster. Enter Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours. War. And lo where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battel: With whom an upright zeal to right prevails More than the nature of a brother's love. Come Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the ftones together, Against his brother, and his lawful King? That to deserve well at my brother's hands, K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more Than if thou never hadft deferv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like. K. Edw. What Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight? Or fhall we beat the ftones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battel, Edward, if thou dar'ft. K. Edw. Yes Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords to the field; St. George and victory. [Exeunt. March. Warwick and his Company follows. .5.7 SCENE III. BARNET.C Alarm and Excursions. Enter Edward bringing forth Warwick wounded. R. Edw. S2 lye chou, there's die thou, and die our For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all. That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit. Why ask I that? my mangled body fhews, My blood, my want of ftrength, my fick heart fhews, And by my fall, the conqueft to my foe. Whofe arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Whofe top-branch over-peer'd Jove's spreading tree, And |