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Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure:
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat, (for I command no more,)
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret powers
[Lays his Hand on his Head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty ; His head by nature frain'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 be, Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Enter a MESSENGER.
War. What news, my friend?
Mess. That Edward is escaped from your
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
And the lord Hastings, who attended † him
War. My brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. [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; And we shall have more wars, before't be long.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy
Afterward Henry VII. who put an end to the civil
war between the two houses
te. Waited for him.
And brought desired help from Burgundy : What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
Drum.-Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
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.
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we now forget
Our title to the crown; and only claim
I came to serve a king, and not a duke,-
K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir
By what safe means the crown may be re
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
Glo. The gates made fast 1-Brother, I like not this;
For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
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;
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
Hast. The good old man would fain that all
So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enter'd,
Re-enter the MAYOR and two ALDERMEN,
K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must
But in the night, or in the time of war.
The mayor is willing we should cater, so he may not be blamed.
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
Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
And Heury 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. Sold. [Reads.] Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France ̧ and lord of 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 king Edward the fourth! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and thanks unto you all.
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!
Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;
And, that ouce gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.-London.-A Room in the
Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE,
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well-belov'd,
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's
Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' band.
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for
Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my
Oxf. And thus [Kissing HENRY's hand.] 1 seal my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon-
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
[Exeunt WAR. CLAR. OXF. and MONT. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
[Shout within.] A Lancaster! A Lancaster !
Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers.
And once again proclaim us king of England.
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
[Exeunt some with King HENRY.
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, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,-
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel 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.
K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend;
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy
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,
Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours.
[He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt,
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.
War. O passing just!
traitor, perjur'd and un
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 Ev WARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded.
K. Edw. So lie thou there: die thou, and die
And tell me, who is victor, York or Warwick ?
That I must yield my body to the earth,
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
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,
I. e. To cement. ↑ Stupid, insensible of paternal fondness, 1 Eminert, egregious. § Bugbear. | Terrified
Is nothing left me, but my body's length!
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.
SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury. March.-Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
Som. Ah! Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
O farewell, Warwick !
War. Sweet rest to his soul!
What though the mast be now blown overboard,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And give more strength to that which bath too much;
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the
Which industry and courage might have sav'd ↑
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick As good to chide the waves, as speak them
Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And blow it to the source from whence it
And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea?
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit [words, Should, if a coward heard her speak these lufuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I speak not this, as doubting any here; For, did I but suspect a fearful man, He should have leave to go away betimes; Lest, in our need, he might infect another, And make him of like spirit to himself. If any such be here, as God forbid ! Let him depart, before we need his help. Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories!
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.