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Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
K. Edw. But, master mayor, it llenry be your His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself 5 Mayor. True, my good lord; I know you for Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he, K. Edts. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
dukedom; Enter a Post.
As being well content with that alone. War. What news, my friend?
110 Gl. But, when the tox has once got in his nose, Post. ThatEdward is escaped from your brother, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy,
[Aside. War. Unsavoury news: But how made he escape: Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in Post. He was convey'd by RicharddukeofGloster,
a doubt? And the lord Hastings, who attended him 15Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. In secret ambush on the forest side,
Ilajor. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
[He di scends. For hunting was his daily exercise.
Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! War. Mybrotherwas too careless of hischarge.- Hast. The good old man would fain that all But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
were well, A salve for any sore ihat may betidia [Ereunt. So 'twere not ’long of bim: but, being enter'd,
Manent Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford. I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Som. My lord,, I like not this slight of Ed- Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. ward's:
Re-enter the Nlayor und trvo Aldermen, below. For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield hiin help: 5 K. Edr. So, master mayor: these gates must And we shall have more wars, Hefore 't be long.
not be shut, As Henry's late presaging prophecy [inond; But in the night, or in the time of war. Did glad my heart, with hope of this young
Rich- What! tear not, man, but yield me up the keys; So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
[Takes his keys. What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: 30 For Edward will defend the town, and thee, Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, .Ind all those friends that deign to follow me. Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, March. Enter Montgomerij, with a Drum and "Till storms be past of civil enmity.
Soldiers. Oxf. Ay: for, if Edward re-possess the crown, Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, "Tislike, that Richmond with the rest shall down. 35Our trusty triend, unless I be deceiv’d. [in arnis Som, It shall be so; he shall to Britany.
K.Ed.Welcome, Sir John! But why come you Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. [Ereunt. Montg, To help hingEdwardin his time of storm, SCENE VII.
.Is every loyal subject ought to do. (now forget York.
K. Eils. Thanks.goou Montgomery: Lut we Enter King Edward, Gloster,Hæstings, andScldiers. 10 Our title to the crown; and only claiin K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord llastings, Our dikedom, 'till God please to send the rest.. and the rest ;
Monly. Then fare you well, for I will hence Yet thus far fortune inaketh us amends,
again; And says that once more I shall interchange I came to serve a king, and not a dukr.My wained state for Henry's regal crown. 45 Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Well have we pass’d, and now repass'd the seas.
[The drum begins a march. And brought desired help from Burgundy: K.Ed. Nay, stay; Sir John, a while; and What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
we'll debati, From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, By what gafe incans the crown may be recover'd.. But that we enter, as into our dukedom? [this; 50 rontg. Whaltalk you of debating? in few words
Glo. The gates made fast: Brother, I like nou If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, For many men, that stuinble at the threshold, I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone, Are well foretold--that danger lurks within. To keep them back that come to succour you: K.Edw.Tush, man! abodements must not now Why should we light, if you pretend no title allright us :
55 Glo. Why, brother, iberefore stand you on pice By fair or foul means we must enterin,
[inake our claim For hither will our friends repair to us. (inon them. K. Edi:. When we grow stronger, then we'll
Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to sum- 'Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms Brethren.
(crowns. Mayor. My lords, we were forewarned of your Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto coming,
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; " He was afterwards Heory VII. a inan who put an end to the civil war of the two Houses. He was grandfather to queca Elizabetb, and the king froin whom Janies inherited..
The bruit' thereof will bring you many friends. Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
K. Edw. Then be it as you will: for’tis my right, Shall rest in London, 'till we come to him.And Henry but usurps the diadem. [himselt; Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply:Montg. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like Farewell, my sovereign.
[true hope. And now will I be Edward's champion. 5 K.Henry. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Hust. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. proclaim'd:
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou forCome, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
(leave. [Flourish. Mont. Comfort, my lord ;—and so I take my Sold. (reads] Edward the fourth, by the grace 10 Oxf.[Kissing Henry'shand.] And thus I seal my of God, king of England and France, and lord of
truth, and bid adieu.
[tague, Ireland, &c.
K. Henry. Sweet Oxford, and my loving MonMont. And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's And all at once, once more a happy farewell. By this I challenge him to single fight. [right, Wur. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Co
[Throws d run his gauntlet. 15 ventry: All. Long live Edward the fourth!
[Exeunt Warwick, Clarence,Oxford,and Montague. K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and! K. Henry. Here at the palace will I rest a while. thanks unto you all.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; 20 Should not be able to encounter mine. And, when the morning sun shall raise his car, Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest, Above the border of this horizon,
K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meeda hath We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
got me fame: For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.- I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Ah, froward Clarence!-howevilit beseems thce, 25 Nor posted oti their suits with slow delays ; To tlatter Henry, and forsakethy brother! [wick. My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War- My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, Come on, bravę soldiers; doubt not of the day; My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
[Exeunt. 30 Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, SCENE VIII.
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; London.
Then why should they love Edward inore than me? Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Mon- No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: tague, Ereter, and 0.1fird.
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, War. What counsellords? Edward from Belgia, 35 The lamb will never cease to follow him. With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
[Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster ! Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, Ere. Hark,hark,my lord! what shouts are these? And with his troops doth march amain to London; Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers. And many giddy people flock to him. [again. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Renry, bear
K. Henry. Let's levy men, and beat him back 40 him hence, Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; And once again proclaim us king of England.Which, being suifer'd, rivers cannot quench. You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow :
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; [friends, And swell so much the higher by their ebb.Those will I muster up :-and thou, son Clarence, 45 Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. Sbalt stir in Sufiolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
[Exeunt some with King Henry. The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:- And, lords, towardsCoventry bend we our course, Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Where peremptory Warwick now remains ; Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find l'he sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Menwellinclin'dtohear what thou command'st:- 50 Cold biting winter mers our hop'd-for hay, And thou, brave Oxford, wond'rous well belov'd, Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.- And take the great-grown traitor unawares: My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Brave warriors, march annain towards Coventry. Like to ais island, girt in with the ocean,
1 Mes.Bythisat Dunsmore, marchinghitherward. Before the Town of Cocentry.
War. How far off is our brother Montague? Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, tro Mes-60 Where is the post that came from Montague? sengers, and others, upon the walls.
2 Mes. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. War. WHERE is the post, that came from
Enter Sir John Somerville.
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? How far bence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
4. e. merit.
:i.e, noise or report.
Somero. AtSouthamIdid leave him withhis forces, Enter Orforil, with drum and colours.
(triends. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for Stand we in good artay; for they, no doubt, Somero. They are at hand, and you shall Will issue out again, and bid us battle: quickly know.
If not, the city being of small defence, March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloster, 10 We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. and Soldiers.
War.0,welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound Enter Montague, with drum and colours. a parley.
Mont. Montague, Montagte, for Lancaster! Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. Gl:). Thou and thy brother both shall buy this War. Oh, unbid spight! is sportful Edward 15
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, K. Edw. The harder match'd the greatervictory; That we could hear no news of his repair? My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the Enter Somerset, with drum and colours. city gatos,
201 Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Speak gentle words,and humbly bend thy knee? Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And he shall pardon thee these outrages. [hence, And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Enter Clarence, with drum and colours. Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?-25 War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent,
along, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Of force enough to bid his brother battle; Glo. I thought, at least he would have said the With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brother's love: (calls. Or did he make the jest against his will? 130 Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt if Warwick
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? [A parley is sounded; Richard and Clarence whisGlo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; per together; and then Clarence iakeskis red rose I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
out of his hat, and throws it at Warwick. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this brother. [wick's gift. 33
means? K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War- Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: I will not ruinate my father's house, And, weakling, Warwick takes his gitt again; Who gave his blood to lime- the stones together, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. Ind set up Lancaster. Why,trow'st thou, Warwick, K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's 40 That Clarence is so harshi, so blunt', unnatural, prisoner:
To bend the fatal instruments of war And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this — .Against his brother, and his lawful king? What is the body, when the head is off ? Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-cast, To keep that oath, were more impiety But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, 4) Than Jephthah's when he sacrific'd his daughter. The king was slily finger'd from the deck'! I am so sorry for my trespass, made, You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, That, to deserve well at iny brother's hands, And, ten to one, you'll meet hini in the Tower. I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
K. Edw. 'Tisevenso; yet you are Warwickstill. With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee, Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneciso (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad) down, kneel down.
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.And with the other fling it at thy face,
Pardon nie, Edward, I will make ainends; Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. 55 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults
, K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. tide thy friend;
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
morc belov'd, Shall, whites thy head is warm, and new cut off, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hatc. (like. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, 460 Glo. Welcome, good Clarence;
this is brother"l'ind-changing Warwick now can change no more. Wur. O passing" traitor, perjur'd and unjust i
* A pack of cards was anciently, and is still in Staffordshire, term'd a deck of cards. 1 i.e. to cement the stones. Lime makes mortar. Stupid, insensible of fraternal fondness.
4'i.e. emiKent, egregious
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the And said, --Commend me to my valiant brother. town, and hight?
And more he would have said; and more he spoke Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears ? Which sounded like a clamour' in a vault,
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: That could not be distinguish'd; but, at last, I will away towards Barnet presently,
il well might hcar deliver'd with a groan,ind bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. O, farewell, Warwick! K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and War. Sweet rest his soul !leads the way :
Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory You all farewell, to meet in heaven. [Dies.
[Ereunt. 10 Oxf.Away,away,tomeet the queen's great power! March. Waruick and his company follow.
[They bear away his body, and Exeunt.
SC EN E III.
Another Part of the field.
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Alarum and Excursions. Enter Edward, bring-15 Gloster, Clarence, and the rest. ing forth Warwick wounded.
K. Edz. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward K. Ediv. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die
course, our fear;
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. For Warwick was a bug', that fear'd' us all. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, Sow, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, 2011 spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company. That will encounter with our glorious sun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed: Far. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, I mean, my lords,—those powers that the queen or foe,
Hath rais’d in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? 125 And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, [shows, Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart And blow it to the source from whence it came: That I must vield my body to the earth, Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. For every cloud engenders not a storm. Thus vields the cedar to the axe's edge, 30. Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; l'nder whose shade the ramping lion slept; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Whosetopiranchover-peer'dJove'sspreadingtree, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, These eyes, that now are diinm’d with deaths 35 That they do hold their coursetowards Tewksbury: black veil,
We, having now the best at Barnet field, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; To search the secret ircasons of the world: And, as we march, our strength will be augmented The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, In every county as we go along.Were liken'd oft tó kingly sepulchres; 40 Strike up the drum: cry-Courage! and away.. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?
(Ereunt. And who durstsmile, when Warwich bent bisbrow:
SCENE IV. Lo, now my glory sınear'd in lust and blood!
Tewksbury. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Jarch. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, SomerEven now forsake me; and, of all my lands, 45
set, Orford, and Soldiers. k nothing left me, but my body's length! Queen. Great lords, wise inen ne'er sit and wail Why,what is pomp, rule, reign, but earthand dust:
their loss, And, live we how we can, yet die we must. But chearly seek how to redress their harms. Enter O.xford and Somerset.
What though the mast be now blown over-board, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as 50 l'he cable broke, our holding anchor lost, we are,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? We might recover all our loss again! (power; Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he The queen from France hath brought a puissani should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, Even now we heard the news: Ah,couldst thou fly! With tearfuleyes add water to the sea, [much;
War. Why,thenlwouldnot fly. Ah, Montague,55 And give more strength to that which hath too If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, And with thy lips keep in niy soul a while ! Which industry and courage might have sav'd? Thou lov'st ine not; for, brother, if thou didst, Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this ! Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. 169 And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead." (last ; Ourslaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these!
Som. Ah, Warwick, Nontague hath breath'd his Why, is not Oxford here, another anchor?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? My tears gainsay'; for every word I speak,
20 Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my Why, courage then! what capnot be avoided,
[Ereunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Queen. So part we sadly in this troublous world,
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. Shoull, if a coward heard her speak these words, K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that, who Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
finds Edward, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. Shall have a high reward, and he his life? I speak not this, as doubting any liere:
Glo. It is,and, 1o, where youthful Edward comes. For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
Enter Soldiers zvith the Prince. He should have leave to go away betimes :
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him Lest, in our need, he might infect another, 301
speak : And make him of like spirit to himself.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?If any such be here, as God forbid !
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Let him depart, before we need his help. For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Orf. Women and children of so high acourage!
And all the trouble thou bast turn'd me to? And warriors faint! why,'twereperpetualshame.-35 Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious O brave young prince! thy fainous grandfather
York ! Doth live again in thee! Long may'st thou live, Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; To bear his image, and renew his glories ! Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,
Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, 40 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. [thanks. Queen. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Queen. Thanks,gentleSonierset;-sweetOxford, Glo. That you might still have worn the petPrince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no
ticoat, thing else.
And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Enter a Messenger.
15 Prince. Let Æsop? fable in a winter's night; Aless. Prepare you,lords, for Edward is at hand, His currish riddles sort not with this place. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy,
[men. To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Queen. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Som. But he's deceiy'd, we are in readiness. 50 Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive Queen. This cheers my heart, to see your for
[buge. Prince. Nay,take away this scolding crook-back Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not K. Edze. Peace, wilfulboy, or I will charm your March. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence,
tongue. and Soldiers, on the other side of the stage. 53 Cler. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: thorny wood,
Lascivious Edward, -andthouperjur'dGeorge, Which, bytheheavens'assistanceandyourstrength, And thou mishapen Dick,-- I tell ye all, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I am your better, traitors as ye are; I need not add more fuel to your fire, 60 And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: K. Edr. Take that, thou likeness of this railer Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
[Stabs hin Queen. Lords, knights, and gentlemien, what ] Glo.Sprawl'st thou take that, to end thy agony.
[Glo, stabs him. · To gainsay is to deny, to contradict. 2 The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Æsop. i.e. Tuou that resemblist thy railing mother.