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SCENE VI. - A room in the Tower.
Som. My liege, it is yonng Henry, earl of Pichmond.

G] Enter King flesty, Clarence, Waawick, Soverset, K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope! If secret

He'l young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant powers

(Lays his hand on his head.

Ha of the Tower, and Attendants.

Suggest but truth to my dividing thoughts,
K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends. This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
His looks are full of peaceful majesty;


MO And turn's my captive state to liberty,

His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself

GI At our enlargement what are thy due fees? Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.

HC Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their so- Make much of him, my lords for this is he,

So vereigns; Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

Ida But, if an humble prayer may prevail,

Enter a Messenger.

Bot! I then crave pardon of your majesty. War. What news, my friend?

RE K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me? Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother,

K. Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; War. Unsavoury news! But how made he escape?

But Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster,

15 Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, And the lord Hastings, who attended him At last, by notes of household harmony, In secret ambush on the forest side,

For They quite forget their loss of liberty:

And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, For hunting was his daily exercise.

Dr: And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; War. My brother was too careless of his charge.-

GI He was the author, thou the instrument. But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide

Oar Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, A salve for any sore, that may betide!

K By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,

(Exeunt King Hen. War. Clar. Lieut. Aud that the people of this blessed land

and Attendants. May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars, Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:

As Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help,

K I here resign my government to thee,

And we shall have more wars, before't be loug.
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy

00 War. Your grace hath still been fum'd for virtuous ; Did glad my heart, withi hope of this young Richmond,

Ou And yow may seem as wise, as virtuous,

So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
By spying and avoiding fortune's malice;
What may befall him, to his harm and ours.

I For few men rightly temper with the stars : Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,

D Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,

Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,
For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. Till storms be past of civil enmity.
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, 0.f. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown,
To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,
'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.

Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown, Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany.
As likely to be blest in peace, and war ;

Come therefore, let's about it speedily!


And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.

Before York.

т K. llen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hastings, and Forces,


K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, and Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your

the rest; hearts,

Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, That no dissension hinder government!

And says, that once more I shall interchange I make you both protectors of this land;

My waned state for Henry's regal crown. While I myself will lead a private life,

Well have we pass’d, and now repass’d the seas, And in devotion spend my latter days,

And brought desired help from Burgundy: To siu's rebuke, and my Creators praise.

What then remains, we being thus arriv'd War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will? From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; But that we enter, as into our dukedom? For on thy fortune I repose myself.

Glo. The gates made fast!-

Brother, I like not this; War. Whythen, though loath,yet must I be content: For many men, that stumble at the threshold, We'll yoke together, like a double shadow

Are well foretold, that danger lurks within. To Henry's body, and supply his place;

K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now I mean, in bearing weight of government,

allright us : While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. By fair or foul means we must enter is, And Clarence, pow then it is more than needful, For hither will our friends repair to us. Forthwith that Edward be provounc'd a traitor, Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to summon And all his lands and goods be confiscate.

them. Clar. What else? andehat succession be determin’d. Enter, on the walls the Mayor of York, and his War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

Brethren. K. llen. But, with the first of all your chief aflairs, May. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, Let me entreat, (for I command no more,)

And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, For now we owe allegiance nuto llenry. Be sent for, to returu from France with speed: K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear

Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. My joy of liberty is half eclips’d.

May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my daK. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,

kedom, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? As being well content with that alone.

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Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his nose, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ;
He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [Aside. For, wel! I wot, that Henry is no soldier. -
Hust. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee,

To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!
Open the gates! we are king Henry's friends. Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be open'd. Come on, brave soldiers ! doubt not of the day!

[Exeunt from above. And, that once gotten,doubt not of large pay![Exeunt. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon!

Hast. The good old man would fain, that all were well, SCENE VIJI. – London. A room in the palace. So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enter'd, Enter King Henry, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MontaI doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

gue, Exeter, and OXFORD, Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, below. With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not be Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, shut,

And with his troops duth march amain to London, But in the night, or in the time of war.

And many giddy people flock to him. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys ! Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again!

(Takes his keys. clar, A little fire is quickly trodden out, For Edward will defend the town, and thee, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. And all those friends that deign to follow me. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Drum. Enter Montgomery, and forces, marching. Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war";

Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, Those will I muster up: --and thou, son Clarence, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come you in the knights and gentlemen to come with thee :arms?

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find As every loyal subject ought to do.

Men well inclin'd to hear, what thou command'st. K. Edw. Thauks, good Montgomery! but we now And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d, forget

In Oxfordshire shalt muster ap thy friends. Our title to the crown, and only claim

My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, I came to serve a king, and not a duke.

Shall rest in London, till we come to him. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away! Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply !-

[-4 murch begun. Farewell, my sovereign! K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile, and we'll K. Ilen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true debate,

hope! By what save means the crown may be recover'd. Clar. In sign of truth I kiss your Nighness' hand."

Ilont. What talk you of debating? in few words, K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, bethou fortunate! If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, Mont. Comfort, my lord !-- and so I take my leave. I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone

Oxf. And thus [kissing Henry's hand.] I seal my To keep them back, that come to succour you.

truth, and bid adieu. Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice And all at once, once more a happy farewell! points ?

War. Farewell, sweet lords ! Let’s-meet at Coventry! K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make

[Exeunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. our claim:

K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Should not be able to encounter mine. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;

Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. K. Hen. That's not my fear, my need hath got me

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

I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Mont.. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
And now will I be Edward's champion.

My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Hust. Sound, trumpet! Edward shall be here pro- My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, claim'd :

My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears; Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation! I have not been desirous of their wealth,

[Gives him a paper. Flourish. Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies, Sold. (Reads.) Edward the fourth, by the grace Nor forward of revenge, thongh they much err'd ; of God, king of England and France, and lord of Then why should they love Edward' more than me? Ireland, etc.

No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace; Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right, And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, By this I challenge him to single fight.

The lamb will never cease to follow him. (Throws down his gauntlet. [Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! All. Long live Edward the fourth !

Exe. Hark, hark, my lord!,what shouts are these? K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery; - and thanks Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers. anto you all!

K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.

hence, Now, for this night, let's harbour liere in York: And once again proclaim us king of England ! And, when the morning sun shall raise his car You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow; Above the border of this horizon,

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And swell so much the higher by their ebb. — Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,
Hence with him to the Tower! let him not speak!

kneel down!
(Exeunt some with King Henry. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend 'we our course, War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains ! And with the other fling it at thy face,
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,

Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. Cold biting winter mars our hop’d-for hay.

K, Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,

thy friend! And take the great-grown traitor unawares :

This hand, fast wound abont thy coal-black hair, Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry! Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,

[Excunt. 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 !
SCENE I.- Coventry.

Oxf, Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
Enter, upon the walls, WarwicK, the Mayor of

[0.xford and his forces enter the city. Corentry, two Messengers, and Others. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too! War. Where is the post, that came from valiant Ox- K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: ford ?

Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? Will issue out again, and bid us battle: 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. If not, the city being of small defence, lar. How far off is our brother Montague? – We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. Where is the post that came from Montague ? War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we waot thy help. 2 mless. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Enter Montague, with drum and colours. Enter Sir Jonx SOMERVILLE,

Mon. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! Il'ar. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?

(Ile and his forces enter the city. And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Glo.Thou and thy brother both shall buythis treason,

Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, Even with the dearest blood, your bodies bear. And do expect him here some two hours hence. K. Edw. The harder match’d, the greater victory; [Drum heard. My mind presageth happy gain, and

conquest. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! The druin, your honour hears, marcheth from War

(He and his forces enter the city. wick.

Glo. Two of thy pame, both dukes of Somerset, Iar. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd for Have sold their lives unto the house of York; friends.

And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. Drums. Enter King EDWARD, Glosten, and Forces, War.And lo,where George of Clarence sweeps along, marching

of force enough to bid his brother battle;
K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle! With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall

. More than the nature of a brother's love; —
War. (), uubid spite! is sportful Edward come? Come, Clarence, come! thou wilt, if Warwick calls,
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
That we could hear no news of his


[Taking the red rose out of his cap.
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? - I will not ruinate my father's house,
Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thon, Warwick
Wur. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural

, Confess, who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? - To bend the fatal instruments of war Call Warwick patron, and be penitent,

Against his brother, and his lawful king? And thou shalt still remain the duke of York, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the To keep that vath, were more impiety kingi

Than Jephtha's, when he sacrilic'd his daughter. Or did he make the jest against his will ?

am so sorry for my trespass made, War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, Glo, Ay, by my faith, for a poor arl to give;

ere proclaim myself thy mortal foe; I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
K. Edw. Why, then ’tis miue, if but by Warwick’s To plague thee for thy foul misleading me,

And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee

War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks:-
And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ;
And Henry is my kiug, Warwick his subject. And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
Andd, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, – K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times mort
What is the body, when the head is ofl'?

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Than if thou never hadst desery'd our hate!
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, Glo. Welcome, good Clarence! this is brother-like.
The king was slily finger'd from the deck! War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the towT,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

and fight?
K. Edw. 'Tis even s0; yet you are Warwick still. Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

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War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
I will away towards Barnet presently,

But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
K, Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads That will encounter with our glorious sun,

Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory! I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen

[March. Exeunt. Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
SCENE II. – A field of battle near Barnet. Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,
Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, And blow it to the source, from whence it came:

bringing in Warwick wounded. Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
K. Edw. So, lie thou there! die thou, and die our fear! For every cloud engenders not a storm.
For 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,

(Èxit. Her faction will be full as strong, as ours !
War. Ah, who is nigh? cometo me, friend, or foe, K. Edw. We are advértis’d by our loving friends,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

We, having now the best at Barnet field,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, Will thither strait, for willingness rids way:
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,

(Exeunt. Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;

SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury.
Whose top-branch overpeerd Jove's spreading tree, March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince EDWARD,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers.
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail

their loss,
Have been as piercing, as the mid-day sun, But cheerly seek, how to redress their harms.
To search the secret treasons of the world: What, though the mast be now blown over-board,
The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
Were likend oft to kingly sepulchres ;

And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood,
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? Yet lives our pilot still : is't meet, that he
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood : With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, And give more strength to that, which hath too much;
Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Is nothing left me, but my body's length!

Which industry and courage might have sav'd ?
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Ah, what a shame! ah! what a fault were this!
And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
Enter Oxford and SOMERSET.

And Montague onr top-mast; what of him?
Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou, as we are, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
We might recover all our loss again!

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
The queen from France hath brought a puissant And Somerset another goodly mast?

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly! And though unskilful, why not Ned and I

War. Why, then I would not fly. – Ah, Montague, For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, We will not from the helm, to sit and weep,
And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! But keep our course, though the rough winds say no,
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague nath breath'd his last; And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, All these the enemies to our poor bark.
And said : Commend me to my valiant brother! Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
And more he would have said ; and more he spoke, Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan:

This speak I, lords, to let you

0, farewell, Warwick!

In case some one of you would fly from us,
War. Sweet rest to his soul!-

That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
Fly, lords, and save yourselves! for Warwick bids More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen’s great power ! 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit

Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
SCENE III. - Another part of the field. Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
CLARENCE, Gloster, and the rest.

I speak not this, as doubting any here:
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

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Lest, in our need, he might infect another, Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou,
And make him of like spirit to himself.

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
If any such be here, as God forbid !

Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to! Let him depart, before we need his help.

Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolvid! Oxf. Women and children of no liigh a courage! Gło. That you might still have worn the petticoat, TO And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. And ne'er have stoľn the breech from Lancaster! K. O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night;

No Doth live again in thee; long may'st thou live, His currish riddles sort not with this place.

W To bear his image, and renew his glories !

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. And Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. BY Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,

Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold! If he arise, be mockd and wonder'dat!

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookback KIT Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, rather.

he thanks!

K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your G. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing tongue!

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Clar. Untulor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
Enter a Messenger.

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: Ti
Mess. Prepare you, lords ! for Edward is at hand, Lascivious Edward, — and thou perjur'd George, – Go
Ready to fight. Therefore be resolute !
And thou mis-shapen Dick, -- I tell ye all,

An Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, I am your better, traitors as ye are ! -

G To haste thus fast, to find us naprovided.

And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward

So Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end ihy agony! Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.

(Glo. stabs hin W March. Enter, at a distance , King Edward, Cla- Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury; RENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

[Clar. stabs him.

TE K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny C. Mar. O, kill me too! wood,

Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her. Which, by the heavens'assistance, and your strength, K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.


H I need not add more fuel to your fire ;

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with IL For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out!

words? Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!

K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for Q. Mar. Lords , kuights, and gentlemen, what I her recovery!

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother!
My tears gainsay; for every word, I speak, I'll hence to London, on a serious matter.
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some pews!
Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign, Clar. What? what?
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp’d,

Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[Esit. His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, Q.Mar.0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; Canst thou not speak! - O traitors! murderers!~ And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. They, that stabb’d Caesar, shed no blood at all, You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight!

If this foul deed were by, to equal it. (Exeunt both Armies. He was a man; this, in respect, a child; SCENE V. - Another part of the same, And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. What's worse, than murderer, that I may name it? Then enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :-and forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxfond, and And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.“ Somerset, prisoners.

Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp?d!
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight! You have not children, butchers! if you had,
For Somerset, off with his guilty head !

The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse-
Go, bear them hence! I will not hear them speak. But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Look in his youth, to have him so cut off,
Som. Nor 1, but stoop with patience to my fortune. As, deathsmen! you haverid this sweet young priace

(Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce! O Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

here; K. Edw. Is proclamation made,

that, who finds Here sheath thy sword! I'll pardon thee my death; Edward,

What! wilt thou not?

- then, Clarence, do it thon! Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do! sweet Clarence, do Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward.

thou do it!
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I wonld not do it

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself ;
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
And all the trouble, thou hast turn'd me to? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;
Prince. Speak, like a subject, proud ambitious York ! Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
Sappose, that I am now my father's mouth; K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her henco!

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